Hey, you're right, she's not that bad. That freeze frame is very misleading. Once I heard her voice I'm reminded why I love her with all my heart to the depths of my soul

Postcards From the Edge is the best movie in the history of ever. Having Debbie Reynolds for a mum has got to result in permanent damages of some sort or other. But having your mum played by Shirley Maclaine in a role you wrote is a magical thing of pure treasure. I just wish she would return my calls.

And once again, Republicans are asleep at the wheel while another close election is being openly stolen by the man whose contributions to western civilization include the "Planet of The Enormous Hooters" sketch on "SNL."

Theo wins the thread for the most "Inside Althouse" comment. So far, anyway.

I hate that bikini scene, you can tell Carrie was conscious of her stomach and was sucking it in the entire time. BTDT, and it gets tiring. She probably had a lot more fun going braless in that white nightgown-like outfit they had her wearing in the first one. (Lately called Episode IV, "A New Hope." Gah. It will always remain "the first one" to me.)

That is a particularly unfortunate freeze frame, yes. That scarf looks like it can't decide whether to strangle her or slink away in shame.

John Cheever's daughter just published her second memoir about being a 60something ex-alcoholic and sex addict.

People can keep writing infinite versions of these books, so long as the publisher can pre-sell them through the distribution channels. Princess Leia's publisher knows there is a fixed number of people who will always buy the new Star Wars junk.

(Incidentally, "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" contain page after page of some of the best writing I've ever seen. That lady was plugged into the wall socket, a wet finger in the fuse box...a few of her sentences:

My intuition clears for me like a pool of clearing water after the mud settles. O I see the frogs on the mud bed.

I gave her a mad wild still stony glare that snuffed hers out.

As if a great muscular owl were sitting on my chest, its talons clenching and constricting my heart.

The white hardboiled egg, the green head of lettuce, the two suave pink veal chops dared me to do anything with them.)

Lemme jump on the bandwagon and cast another vote for bad screencap. This link may be a year old, but it's only a year old, and Carrie isn't looking bad at all, not by a long stretch, in this 2007 Craig Ferguson interview.

Given every advantage of birth, good looks, money, interesting career, endless array of gorgeous lovers, and expensive therapists to cushion the teeny weeny shocks, it is amazing to read about how unhappy these stars leading their blessed, perfect lives can manage to make themselves. For pure schadenfreude you can't do better than a Hollywood memoir. I think the fault lies not in them but in the transient nature of their perfect lives. It must be a hard thing to look like Carrie Fisher when young and know that every day past thirty you will look less like Carrie Fisher.....As a genre, Hollywood memoirs rank just above Presidential memoirs as a form of disposable literature. It's a low hurdle, but Postcards from the Edge is one of the best. Carrie has a good sense of humor about the absurdity of her life. Her book was worth reading.